The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in fadder notes to flow , And ...
... hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in fadder notes to flow , And ...
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... hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , 80 Nor braids of gold the varied treffes bind , 85 That fly disorder'd with the wanton wind : For whom should Sappho ...
... hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , 80 Nor braids of gold the varied treffes bind , 85 That fly disorder'd with the wanton wind : For whom should Sappho ...
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... hand the name appears Already written wash it out , my tears ! - In vain loft Eloïfa weeps and prays , Her heart ftill dictates , and her hand obeys . Relentlefs walls ! whofe darkfome round contains Repentant fighs , and voluntary ...
... hand the name appears Already written wash it out , my tears ! - In vain loft Eloïfa weeps and prays , Her heart ftill dictates , and her hand obeys . Relentlefs walls ! whofe darkfome round contains Repentant fighs , and voluntary ...
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... hand , and children of thy pray'r . From the falfe world in early youth they fled , I 125 130 By thee to mountains , wilds , and deferts led . You rais'd these hallow'd walls ; the defert fmil'd , And Paradife was open'd in the Wild ...
... hand , and children of thy pray'r . From the falfe world in early youth they fled , I 125 130 By thee to mountains , wilds , and deferts led . You rais'd these hallow'd walls ; the defert fmil'd , And Paradife was open'd in the Wild ...
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... hand , Prefent the Cross before my lifted eye , Teach me at once , and learn of me to die . Ah then , thy once - lov'd Eloïfa fee ! It will be then no crime to gaze on me . See from my cheek the tranfient rofes fly ! See the last ...
... hand , Prefent the Cross before my lifted eye , Teach me at once , and learn of me to die . Ah then , thy once - lov'd Eloïfa fee ! It will be then no crime to gaze on me . See from my cheek the tranfient rofes fly ! See the last ...
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Seite 30 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God.
Seite 31 - Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Seite 19 - Phaon's hate, And hope from seas and rocks a milder fate. Ye gentle gales, beneath my body blow, And softly lay me on the waves below!
Seite 29 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Seite 26 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this power away; And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Seite 36 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign, Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Seite 39 - When this rebellious heart shall beat no more; If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs, O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads, And drink the falling tears each other sheds, 350 Then sadly say, with mutual pity mov'd, "Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!
Seite 29 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Seite 26 - Nor prayers nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain, Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain. Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose, That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Seite 31 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze...